All through Northern OregonAlways at my sideSleeping in those narrow bedsAnd then we'd rideDrinking in those dirty barsKeeping out of sightSleeping in that cold back seatAnd then we'd rideYou know that God damned road seemed like it went foreverExhaust fumes made our eyes turn red and swellWith our clothes stuck to the seat and to our bodiesIt was a stinking summer trip to southern hellEating carbonated crapChurning up insideGas soaked service station johnsAnd then we'd ride(fiddles solo)Silence in the front seatTrying not to start to fightQuiet as and all silentAnd then we'd rideYou know you can grow to hate these...little one horse townsWith the seamy.. Movie houses all closed downNo where to go from here but up and down the roadAnd nothing over there but the same goddamned townAnother sour coffe cupOne more piece of cardboard pieBuy a tooth brush and a change of clothesAnd then we'd ride